Chapter 742: Establishing the Bet

Lan Ling liked to stir up trouble, and Zong Yi wasn’t afraid of it either, as both of them belonged to the wandering type of Immortal Emperors—without a fixed residence, constantly on the move, not even having a permanent mansion in the Cloud Immortal Realm.
As the saying goes, those who are barefoot fear none in shoes—such strong ones are the most terrifying. If they provoke others, those others can’t find them to retaliate against later.
But Emperor Feng Lin was different. He ruled over more than a thousand continents, bearing great responsibilities. Generally, he wouldn’t easily form enmity with other Immortal Emperors of the same rank.
That’s why Zong Yi said it all came down to Feng Lin’s decision.
At this moment, Feng Lin smiled and said, “Coincidentally, there are two guys on that lotus platform that I recognize, and I have no problem outshining them in anything.”
His words were quite subtle, but the real meaning was: he already had old grudges with those two Immortal Emperors, so it wouldn’t hurt to humble them a bit today.
Sure enough, as the distance shortened, Su Che could clearly see that the gazes cast from the opposite lotus platform were indeed unfriendly and clearly aimed at Emperor Feng Lin.
Feng Lin continued, “My territory borders those of eleven Immortal Emperors. Among them, seven get along well with me, while the other four have occasional conflicts. These two are part of the group with whom things aren’t smooth. I didn’t expect they would also join forces and come to the Will of Heaven Void…”
Zong Yi asked softly, “If we get into a dispute with them today, it won’t cause you more serious trouble, right?”
“No problem,” Feng Lin replied with a shake of his head. “We’ve been engaged in open and hidden struggles for countless years. It’s common to compete over face, with wins and losses on both sides.”
If that was the case, there was no need to hesitate—he could boldly compete with them for that top position.
However, Su Che wasn’t convinced. It was just a matter of leaving the Will of Heaven Furnace a couple of years earlier or later—why cause a dispute among six Immortal Emperors over such a trivial matter? It seemed overblown and meaningless.
But since this had turned into a face-off between Emperor Feng Lin and his old enemies, its nature had changed, and he had nothing to do with it. The little Immortal couldn’t help at all.
When the distance shortened to about a thousand zhang, it was obvious that their own lotus platform would end up at the front of the line, which naturally displeased the three Immortal Emperors on the other side.
In most cases, cutting in line is extremely despicable and unprincipled, but in the Will of Heaven Void, it’s an acceptable and reasonable behavior—provided one has enough strength.

The lotus platform on the opposite side rushed forward and pressed tightly against the massive purple-copper door. As a result, the lotus platform where Su Che and the others were also left with no gap to pass through. To rejoin the group, they had only two options: either retreat behind them and become the twenty-second member, or kick them out of the lineup and take their current positions, forcing them to move back.

“Enjoy the show; it’s nothing to do with us,” Lao He said excitedly in the Immortal Prison, looking forward to witnessing a battle among Immortal Emperors—six of them at that.

“A pointless fight; it’s boring,” Su Che said, clearly uninterested.

At that moment, a female Immortal Emperor on the opposite platform spoke first, “Feng Lin, let’s agree on the rules first—how shall we play this round?”

The two male Immortal Emperors on the same platform nodded slightly with smiles on their faces. Clearly, they didn’t care about the order of ranking and saw this as a small gamble, purely for entertainment.

“It seems you already have a plan. Go ahead and share it.”

Feng Lin replied casually and then transmitted a message to Su Che and the others, introducing them, “This woman is Yuan Yi, the red-haired one is Chi Lin, and the gaunt one is Ming Gu…”

Yuan Yi, Chi Lin, Ming Gu—three Immortal Emperors.

The Immortal Emperor Yuan Yi glanced at Zong Yi and Lan Ling before continuing, “We’re all Immortal Emperors. A three-vs-three fight won’t be decisive; even after a hundred years, it’s likely to end in a draw… In that case, how about a treasure competition?”

“A treasure competition?”

Feng Lin’s expression changed slightly, while Su Che was confused—what did a treasure competition mean?

“You’re not prepared for this, are you?”

Yuan Yi laughed. “It’s okay. I’ll give you time to think it over. If you don’t have the courage to compete, just stay behind us.”

Her tone seemed casual, but it was clear she was confident in her proposed treasure competition and believed she would win.

“They actually plan to have a treasure competition…”

Feng Lin knew that Su Che and Lan Ling were new to the Heaven’s Will Void and didn’t understand many of its rules. So he explained via message, “A treasure competition means competing with the innate treasures each of us carries, which will be sent into the Heaven’s Will Divine Furnace.”

“The Heaven’s Will Void has existed for countless years. During that time, battles like the one we’re facing now—where no one will yield—have occurred frequently, especially among Immortal Emperors, whose fights are often indecisive. That’s why the Sacred Mother Immortal Sovereign established another way of competing: a treasure competition!”

“If the two sides in the competition have the courage to compete, they must display the treasures they’ve brought. Then, the chief immortal emperor under the Holy Mother will act as an impartial judge to select the most precious treasure as the winner. Naturally, the loser’s treasure will go to the winner.”
“This is a gamble, testing the judgment and confidence of those holding the treasures… Yuan Yi having the courage to propose this competition shows that one of the three must have brought an extremely precious acquired treasure, giving them confidence in victory.”
At this point, Feng Lin shook his head and sighed, “I came to the Heavenly Will Divine Furnace this time only to help you fulfill your wish. I myself don’t have any acquired treasures. If I agree to compete with them, it will depend on you all.”
“I don’t!” Lan Ling spoke first, “I’m so poor that even robbing everywhere isn’t enough to cover my expenses. I don’t have any treasures. I’m here only to help him.”
Zong Yi also shook his head and said, “I did bring an acquired treasure intending to put it into the Heavenly Will Divine Furnace for a chance, but its function is limited to serving only me. If I use it in a competition, I have no chance of winning.”
Thus, the gazes of the three immortal emperors turned to Su Che, silently conveying: It’s up to you.
“It’s just a treasure competition. It’s no big deal.”
Su Che agreed without hesitation, even with apparent calmness.
Such a decisive move surprised even Lao Hei, who quickly warned, “Master, there’s only one Kunpeng egg. If we lose it, we won’t have any other treasures to fulfill your wish of unlocking the seventh layer.”
“Will the Kunpeng egg be lost?” Su Che thought to himself with a smile. “Besides, each side has five slots, allowing them to bring five treasures to compete. I don’t believe all the treasures I bring will be lost to them.”
Slap!
Lan Lin slapped Su Che’s back and praised, “Bold! This is the man I want!”
“Are you sure?” Feng Lin asked finally.
“Of course I’ll compete! And I’ll make them cry in despair!”
At that moment, Su Che showed extreme enthusiasm. It wasn’t just about pride—after all, if he won, he could even take away the acquired treasures displayed by the others.
It was just a gamble for wealth, not life. What’s the harm if he loses? If he doesn’t have such courage, he might as well find a place to end his life!

In fact, Su Che wasn’t simply driven by gambling mentality; he had another, rather vague idea in mind: since this place was called the Void of Fate, what was at stake in their gamble wasn’t just wealth or strength, but also fate itself!
Gambling with fate against me?
Perfect—I just wanted to test whether I was the one destined by fate. If so, even better; if not, even better still!
Since Su Che himself was so decisive, Emperor Feng Lin Xian Di wouldn’t hesitate either. He immediately turned to Yuan Yi and the others and said, “Let’s have a treasure gamble—create a contract!”
“Agreed!”
Yuan Yi’s momentum was equally strong. He stepped forward and cast several hand seals in quick succession. From the movements, it seemed he was launching a fierce attack at Feng Lin.
Feng Lin also cast several hand seals. The two beams of light generated by them collided head-on, instantly turning into a symbol inscribed with golden light that slowly rose into the air, ascending higher and higher, like a sun rising in the Void of Fate.
“Two emperors have set up a treasure gamble!”
This sudden change alarmed everyone in the long line in the void, including over 30,000 Great Luo Immortals, among whom were hundreds of emperors.
Huh!
A massive wave of divine consciousness composed of over 30,000 Great Luo Immortals swept in, covering a distance of over three million miles from the end of the line, all focusing on this place.
Such a powerful wave of divine consciousness, concentrated in such a small area, would surely deal severe damage to an immortal like Su Che, even possibly destroying his soul if it hit him directly.
It was unknown whether Su Che, with the Immortal Prison Pagoda guarding his mind and his own mental realm having a hundredfold resistance capacity, could withstand such a level of divine consciousness assault.
Without giving Su Che a chance to face this danger, Feng Lin, Zong Yi, and Lan Ling almost simultaneously unleashed an invisible barrier to protect him.
No matter what their individual personalities were, at this moment, they all took great care of this “fragile doll” named Su Che.
This action also piqued the curiosity of the three emperors on the other side—Yuan Yi, Chi Lin, and Ming Gu—about who this young person was, to deserve such attention from Feng Lin and the others…
What followed was a brief period of calm. Over 30,000 Great Luo Immortals watched this place, but there was no chaotic chatter. Even if there was communication, it was done through secret telepathy among themselves.
For this was the Void of Fate, the residence of the Sacred Mother Immortal Lord, and the place closest to the Way of Heaven. Even the most arrogant and reckless wouldn’t dare act recklessly here.

After about an hour, a full moon suddenly appeared in the sky above and descended rapidly. Only when it got close enough could Su Che see that it was not a real moon, but rather a graceful fairy enveloped in a milky glow. “Imperial Goddess Guangyi,” Zong Yi transmitted to Su Che, “the chief imperial goddess under the Holy Mother, and one of the most senior imperial goddesses in the immortal realm.” “She must be very powerful, right?” Su Che asked curiously. Zong Yi nodded slightly, but his tone was grave: “Even ten of me combined would be instantly annihilated by her.”